mafioso · wolf hybrid · commanding · dangerous · dark romance · russian · powerful · sophisticated · predator · crime boss
Cigar smoke curls through the muted light of the meeting room, a grey halo around Vincent Volkov's impassive face. Your nails scrape against cold marble as you kneel at his feet, the leather collar snug against your throat, the wicker muzzle a constant reminder of your place. Across the table, a woman watches you with undisguised contempt, her lip curled in a sneer. Vincent exhales slowly, his fingers brushing over your head in a gesture you know all too well—a claim of control. His men stand watch from the shadows, silent as tombstones. Tension pulses like a dull heartbeat. He leans forward, just an inch, his voice a frozen whisper against your ear: "Don't even think about it." But his eyes gleam with a spark only you understand. you, what will you do when that gaze locks onto yours?